Oola stood from the table and looked over at the female slave master. The slave master then walked over to Oola and reached her chain to her collar. With a light tug they began to make their back to the throne room.
" Marna by the way." The slave master said after a few minutes of walking in silence.
"What?" Oola asked confused. Adjusting her costume so it would over her up better.
"My name is Marna. You can call me.. Mara…" Mara said in an awkward tone that made Oola feel uncomfortable. It was strange that a slave master started a conversation with her. Usually Oola would say something and be shushed. But she wanted to enjoy this interaction.
"That is a lovely name.. Mara." Oola said honestly.
"I am glad you like it." Mara said holding her chain out as they walked.
"Why?" Oola asked tilting her head.
"Because… well.. I am glad I said it then?" Mara asked confused. Just as Oola expected. Oola giggled at her new friend.
"Well Mara I am thankful that you feel that way." Oola said half giggling. Mara blushed and smiled.
"You know I am not really a free woman either." Mara spoke softly looking back at Oola.
"Really? I thought the title of slave master…" Oola began
"Jabba still owns me. Just.. not for the same reasons as he does owns you. And I am on a contract." Mara said.
"Oh?" Oola asked legitimately surprised.
"Yes. I was a gambler and got into a hot streak. Lost that streak to the wrong people.. But luckily instead of beating me half to death and then leaving me to the sand people I struck a deal with Jabba to serve him until all my expenses are paid." Mara said running a hand through her purple hair. Oola thought that made sense. Mara didn't seem like the other slave masters here. She was young for starters. Much younger than the usual men that guided her and made crude comments. Mara also had very toned build. More so than Oola did.
"I am surprised he didn't make you a dancer." Oola said.
"I didn't sign up to be a dancer." Mara teased. Oola giggled. "But thanks for the compliment.
"Any time." Oola said as they turned the corner into the throne room. Oola was glad that she made a new friend. Especially since her only intreations had been either brief with Lyn and the other members of the band or before her master where she was constantly terrified.
Oola looked around the throne room as Mara gave the chain to Bib. She saw the golden translator droid and felt the same excitement that she had only a few minutes before. She was going to escape from here. This would be her last dance as a slave. Oola then looked at the band equipment. It was all set up and ready to go. The lead singer called over Lyn who was talking to the bounty hunter Boba Fett.
Oola then felt a tug on her throat. "Ahh." She gasped as she turned to her master.
"I am in need of entertainment." He called out. "And so are our guests!" The crowd let out thundering cheering as they raised their glasses.
The music started and Oola then visualized the rhythm just as she had been taught at the academy. Oola then felt a surge of excitement come over her.
"This is my last dance." She thought throwing her hands up above her head and moving her hips. She spun making her head tails fly around gracefully, then fell into the full splits. The crowd cheered and Oola winked at Jabba. She hadn't felt confidence like this in so long. She twirled and lifted a leg over her head and came back down. The fishnet over her right side began to slip and she twirled while secretly pulling it back on. Then Oola arched her back and posed as the last beat of the song hit. Perfect.
"Ooooh Do it again!" Commanded Jabba and a few other patrons. The other singer then shouted the name of a song and the music began blaring. Oola grinned at the other dancers and singers. She began her most glorious routine she had ever done. Shaking and swaying her head tails. And falling to the ground slowly then turning up fast. Moves that Oola would never do under any other circumstance.
Oola was then thrown off balance by a tug on her chain. It was Jabba who's eyes burned with lust.
"No." Oola thought. "I am not his anymore!" She pulled back and didn't give into her master. The next part happened so fast. Jabba yelled and Oola screamed all the while Max Reebo was blaring their music. Then Oola felt weightless and fell..
Oola rolled out into sand. She stood up as the pointy grains fell out of her hole ridden outfit. Where was she. It was dark and cold. Oola turned and heard a noise. A part of the wall began to open and Oola knew exactly where she was. The rancor pit!
Oola felt tears well up in her eyes as she screamed. The rancor came closer and grabbed her. Picking her up like she was nothing. Oola screamed again as the monster lifted her above its mouth to drop her.
"Master please! Master!" Oola pleaded but she knew that he could not save her now. That is when Oola felt her costume rip. On the right side Oola's body began to shift. Then within a split second Oola fell down into the gaping mouth of the rancor. The next movement Oola could see nothing. But she felt slimy and hot. Then light began to show from behind her as she turned her body.
"Oh no!" Oola screamed as she saw teeth in front of her. She was in the mouth of the monster. Lucky she didn't get bitten in half due to her slipping out of the rancors hands.
She felt the tongue wiggle and shake trying to make her slide down to her death. Oola could only see for a second but right before the beast closed its mouth she got a sight that could possibly save her. The uvula. Oola began kicking as punching in every direction as she slide down the monsters throat.
"Not like this. Not like this!" Oola shrieked as she slid into the throat. She felt it getting tighter. To tight for her to move her legs. She continued to swing upward as she slide on her back become more and more slimy as this happened. She felt like she was hitting something so she hit harder and sung more viciously. She felt it getting so tight that she couldn't breath. She swung one last time before she heard a pop and felt a sharp pain in her torso. She screamed in pain releasing her rib was broken. Then Oola stopped. She had lost. She was..
Then suddenly a strange liquid started to shoot up towards Oola's legs. "Mhmmm!" She moaned getting a mouthful of spit. Then Oola felt the the tight space getting looser as the liquid forced her forwards and out of the mouth of the rancor. Oola landed on the sandly floor and everything went dark
Oola woke up feeling a sharp pain in her side and on her leg. She was laying down on a hard bed surrounded in darkness. She sat up wincing in pain.
"Hello?" She called out.
"Hello." Said a familiar voice as the door opened. It was Bib. He looked shock and a little surprised. "I didn't think that was possible, I guess that smuggler wasn't a cheating liar after all. Just a cheater." Bib mumbled. Oola was too tired and hurt to make any sense of what he said. The last thing she remembered was.. The rancor! Oola screamed and layed back on the wall.
"Hush!" Bib commanded as he slapped her face. Oola gasped and the screaming stopped. "The master wishes to see you. He wants me to.. Apologize on his behalf. He is sorry that he sent you to the beast. And hopes you are recovering well." Bib lied in a different tone of voice. Oola was not sure what to think. She examined herself. Her right leg was wrapped in bandages and her outfit was torn up revealing herself to Bib. Once she realized this however she covered up herself with her hands.
"Here lovely Oola." Bib said in the same fake caring tone as her put a cloak over her exposed top. "Now the sooner we show you to Jabba the sooner we can get you cleaned up." Oola stood and looked at herself again. There was dried mucus mixed with orange and red in every nook and cranny of her body. She felt filthy and didn't smell any better. "This way miss Oola."
Oola stumbled all the way to the throne room. Once there she looked around to see only Jabba and two guards at the entrance. As she made her way close to him he saw there was another girl on his throne. She wore a golden bikini with a lavender colored skirt that showed her legs.
"Ah Oola. My pretty little dancer. How are you feeling?" Jabba asked as if he hadn't just sent her to her death. The human in the bikini made a face as Oola entered. Oola felt embarrassed and scared.
"I am doing better m.. Master.." She said shaking.
"Now.. come here." Jabba commanded. Bib pushed her forward with his hand on the small of her back. Oola stumbled up on the dias and the human stood and made room.
"Ye.. yes?" She asked
"I didn't get to see the end of your dance my pretty. You are my slave. Don't forget that.." He wrapped his tail around her injured leg and squeezed. Oola shreked in pain. " Ever!" He yelled. "You are lucky this girl and her wookie interrupted or I would have left you to the rancor to finish his job." Oola began to cry upon hearing this from pain and sadness. "Now, just like any pet that disobeys you need to be punished. I would break you but I feel like my guards should soften you up!" Jabba laughed. The guards at the door cheated.
"No.. no please.." Oola said between her soft sobs.
"And maybe by the time they are done with you. You will have learned to appreciate me. Your master." He said releasing her leg. She stumbled over and Bib picked her up. "Get her cleaned up."
"No. Master.. Please!" She pleaded as she was dragged away.
"You there. Get her cleaned up!" Bib commanded shoving Oola to an unfamiliar Twi'lek as they reached the shower room. She helped Oola sit down on a bench and gently began to undress her.
"Wait, I will take it from here." Shouted a familiar voice in basic. The Twi'lek looked confused. Oola assumed she didn't speak basic.
"She will help me. You are relieved of your duty." Oola translated. The twi'lek smiled and bowed to both of them. The voice was Mara's.
"Oh wow you are in bad shape." Mara said helping Oola undress. Oola was still a little shaken and shivering from the experience and after hearing that she would be punished further made her tear up every time she thought about it.
"Wh.. what?" Oola mumbled as Mara helped her up and walked her to the pool of steaming water.
"Don't strain yourself kid. You were just eaten by one of the most dangerous monsters in the galaxy. Oola relaxed after hearing this. She was happy that Mara was here but felt a little awkward in her current state. Naked and covered in dried mucus and puke was not how Oola thought she would look like for their next conversation. Mara then grabbed a sponge and started to wash Oola's arms. Oola just laid there finding peace soaking there in the hot water. "Man where isn't this stuff?" Mara said scrubbing more aggressively.
"What if I died?" Oola asked
"What?" Mara said.
"If I died what would have happened to everyone else?" Oola said thinking hard.
"Kid.. maybe save the life questions for after you get some rest." Mara jokes. Oola liked that idea and just laid back letting her worries wash away.
After the bath Oola felt more like she had more energy. She didn't need to be helped to walk as much and she was now thinking a bit more clearly. Although still a bit foggy. Mara took her to a room and wrapped her in a towel.
"Well I got to go attend to other duties. I am so glad you are okay." Mara said smiling at Oola as she left the room.
"Wait.." But Mara was gone and the same twi'lek as before came back in.
"Time to get you dressed." Said the twi'lek selecting an outfit. She came back with a low cut red brasier and a similar skirt to what the human on Jabba's dais was wearing. Oola put on the outfit feeling a bit better now knowing that she was actually covering her top with real fabric. Then the twi'lek approached her holding a silver collar. Oola frowned. The twi'lek snapped it on and locked it around her neck.
"There. Beautiful." Said the twi'lek
Oola was then taken down the same hallway and put into a room. The room was dark and Oola could see nothing.
"Wait here slave." Commanded the twi'lek. Oola waited in the darkness until she heard a terrifying noise. A gamorrean guard. He appeared at the doorway with snot dripping out of his nose and his fat face grining
"No!" Oola said backing against the wall. The gamorrean walked close to her grabbing her arm and pulling her. "No no no!" Oola begged.
Oola heard a blaster shot and the gamorreans face went dark as he slumped to the ground. There standing at the entrance to the room was Mara holding a smoking blaster.
"This was the other business." She said gesturing to the gun. "Now lets go I have a speeder ready."
"What?" Oola asked shocked.
"You don't have time for this. They are only going to be distracted for a few minutes!" Mara shouted pulling Oola by the arm. It was strange to Oola that this was happening. Sure Oola and Mara were friends but why was she doing this. They had met each other a day before.
Once out of the room Mara attached a chain to the collar. Oola didn't ask why because she knew. This way it looked like Mara was just taking Oola to wherever place. Oola followed close behind. She had never been to this part of the palace and it was interesting to see the art and hieroglyphics on the palace walls.
"Here just around here." Mara said. They turned into a garage where speeder bikes and swoops were everywhere. Mara ran over dropping Oola's chain and tired starting one.
"Why are you doing this?" Oola asked. Mara didn't stop what she was doing.
"Because. I am *grunt* a gambler. I spent my whole life *grunt* Looking out for myself. And look where that got me." Mara began trying to start the swoop. "Now I am taking a gamble to help someone else. A gambal worth the odds." Mara said smiling back at Oola. Oola however was in shock. She felt so guilty that this girl was betting her own life to get her out of this place.
"Y.. You are coming too right?" Oola asked.
"Don't mess with the odds kid." Mara laughed. No. How could she say that? Oola felt tears welling up in her eyes. The same kind of tears she felt when her sister left to go fight the empire. Oola rushed to a speeder and began to start it.
"I don't care about the Odds you are coming." Oola said grunting as she tried to start the bike.
"No! You are going now." Mara grabbed Oola and sat her on the bike. "Now once the garage opens you have to go as fast as you can. The bikers will be here right after so make sure they don't see you" Mara said. Oola grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bike "Hey.. what!" Mara shouted.
"Not good enough!" Oola shouted as the giant door slowly started to open. She felt Mara shift into a sitting stance just a Oola accelerated the bike. She heard movement behind them followed by a blaster shot.
"Get them!" Shouted a voice. The chase was on.
